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Chapter 178 Is backstabbing reinforcements your glorious tradition?
Chapter 178 Is backstabbing reinforcements your glorious tradition?
After making up his mind, Zhao Haoran looked around, quickly set a simple trap on the porch with a steel cable, then picked up the long knife from the ground, and crawled swiftly and quietly against the wall like an ape To the ceiling above the corridor.
Ordinary weapons can't kill pollutants, but they can still hurt them.
His plan is simple.
The first step is to lead the tentacle monster into a trap and trap it; the second step is to cut off the monster's tentacles and save Zheng Qingming; the third step is to blow it up; Run away with Minister Zheng.
In his plan, he didn't have to fight this terrible monster personally, but used traps and tricks to deal with it - frenzied pollutants usually had no wisdom, so he was quite confident in his plan.
The trap he set up on the porch was simple, consisting only of a few steel cables and some heavy objects, but as soon as the tentacle monster walked in, he could activate the mechanism to entangle it.
Even if it is only trapped for a few seconds, it is enough for him to rescue Minister Zheng.
near... near...
It lifted its foot...it stepped in...huh?
The tentacle monster walked up to the simple trap, stretched out two flexible tentacles, and dismantled the trap.
Is that high in IQ?Zhao Haoran was dumbfounded.
After dismantling the trap casually, the tentacle monster wrapped around a steel cable and pulled it lightly.
Cold sweat came down Zhao Haoran's head all of a sudden.
The steel cable pulled by the monster, which was the trigger of the trap, was now being pulled by it at one end, and the other end was extending upwards, extending into the hollow ceiling above the corridor, and he was holding it in his hand at this moment.Originally, he could trigger the trap by pulling the steel cable and entangle the monster, but now it backfired and exposed his position.
It found him!
It found him!
Zhao Haoran gritted his teeth, gave up the idea of being lucky, held the long knife and the opened grenade in his hand, and jumped down brazenly—since the first step of the plan failed, he would go directly to the second and third steps, save people, blow up kill it!
Yet again his plan failed.
He was still in mid-air, when a strong force suddenly came from behind him.
The tentacles on that monster's body instantly opened, swept across at an extremely fast speed, and slammed Zhao Haoran on the ground, throwing him dizzy and staring at him.
The defused grenade was easily swept away, and fell not far away, bursting out a ball of sparks, which failed to hurt the monster in the slightest.
Zhao Haoran lay on the ground, struggling to get up, but finally fell down powerlessly, while he was opposite, the tentacles spread out, revealing a boy's face, looking at him expressionlessly.
And those scarlet, berserk tentacles grew from the latter's back, dancing gently on top of his head at this moment, ferocious and terrifying.
Zhao Haoran was icy all over, already desperate.
The monster boy looked at him without any emotion, as if he was looking at a corpse that should have died.
Dark, cold, brutal.
He had never seen such a look in the coldest serial murderer or the most dangerous war madman.
As if killing is something as simple as breathing for the other party, there will be no guilt or excitement from it.
That's right... Even though these mutated monsters still retain some human limbs, they have long since lost their human emotions.
Zhao Haoran smiled miserably, closed his eyes and waited for death.
Maybe he'll be hanged by those tentacles, maybe he'll be torn to shreds, maybe...
But waiting and waiting, the expected death and pain did not come.
Zhao Haoran opened his eyes again, only to find that the monster boy seemed to have lost interest in him, and was using his tentacles to sneak around Zheng Qingming, holding it in front of his eyes and shaking it.
"It's the second one." The tentacles said quietly, "Old Zheng, is backstabbing reinforcements a glorious tradition of your No. 101 headquarters? Is the upper beam straight and the lower beam crooked?"
Zheng Qingming: "...This is a misunderstanding."
Zhao Haoran: "...huh?"
"I'm very restrained now, really. In the past, if you dared to attack me like this, before I could react, you would be turned into pieces. Now when I deal with you, I have to remember to handle it lightly." Let it go, or if you don't pay attention, it will be crushed." Yan Luge sighed, "It's hard to be a good person in this world."
The "before" mentioned by Yan Lvge was in his previous life. Years of lonely fleeing and wandering made him develop an unparalleled fighting instinct. He instinctively regarded all creatures approaching without permission as enemies and mercilessly killed them. brutal blow.
Killed wrong?If you kill the wrong one, you will kill the wrong one.
There are no laws and morals in that world for a long time, and only survival is the greatest correctness.
"Wait, wait." Lying on the ground, Zhao Haoran coughed up blood while staring wide-eyed in surprise, "Are you human?"
"nonsense."
"Then why are you holding onto our Minister Zheng?"
"Your boss has old arms and legs, you let him jump off the stairs and try?" Yan Lvge rolled Zheng Qingming forward as he spoke, "Old Zheng, explain yourself .”
Zheng Qingming: "..."
Zheng Qingming, who had old arms and legs, was wrapped up by Yan Lvge's tentacles and handled gently, and suddenly felt that his heart was very tired.
I think he was also a good man back then, he was not proficient in eighteen martial arts, even if he has degraded a bit in the office these few years, but climbing a wall...
Zheng Qingming glanced out the window.
This is the first floor at the bottom of the headquarters building.
They just jumped from the 14th floor.
Well, his old arms and legs are really not good.
Zheng Qingming, who recognized himself clearly, lamented, and quickly explained Yanlvge's identity in a few words.
By the time Zhao Haoran got up from the ground, he had restrained his previous hostility.
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Zhao Haoran apologized, looking extremely embarrassed.
Yan Luge cast a sideways glance at him, and saw that although this man barely stood up, his arms still had traces of pollution from before, he was still coughing up blood, and his footsteps were flimsy, as if he was about to die suddenly in the next second. He casually threw "cure for concussion" and "cure for lung contusion" on his head, and threw a spirit power potion there.
The supernatural ability of medical treatment is very effective in treating ordinary injuries. Although it is still not up to the level of making patients recover immediately, for Zhao Haoran, a patient who needs to be treated overnight, a healing ability is at least equivalent to " After the successful rescue, he stayed in bed for half a month."
So, after receiving the treatment, Zhao Haoran immediately felt much more comfortable.
No more dizziness, chest tightness, and coughing of blood.
Moreover, he can clearly feel that there is a vibrant force in his body that is constantly moving around, repairing the damaged organs.
Maybe one more, no, half an hour, and his wound would be completely healed.
(End of this chapter)
After making up his mind, Zhao Haoran looked around, quickly set a simple trap on the porch with a steel cable, then picked up the long knife from the ground, and crawled swiftly and quietly against the wall like an ape To the ceiling above the corridor.
Ordinary weapons can't kill pollutants, but they can still hurt them.
His plan is simple.
The first step is to lead the tentacle monster into a trap and trap it; the second step is to cut off the monster's tentacles and save Zheng Qingming; the third step is to blow it up; Run away with Minister Zheng.
In his plan, he didn't have to fight this terrible monster personally, but used traps and tricks to deal with it - frenzied pollutants usually had no wisdom, so he was quite confident in his plan.
The trap he set up on the porch was simple, consisting only of a few steel cables and some heavy objects, but as soon as the tentacle monster walked in, he could activate the mechanism to entangle it.
Even if it is only trapped for a few seconds, it is enough for him to rescue Minister Zheng.
near... near...
It lifted its foot...it stepped in...huh?
The tentacle monster walked up to the simple trap, stretched out two flexible tentacles, and dismantled the trap.
Is that high in IQ?Zhao Haoran was dumbfounded.
After dismantling the trap casually, the tentacle monster wrapped around a steel cable and pulled it lightly.
Cold sweat came down Zhao Haoran's head all of a sudden.
The steel cable pulled by the monster, which was the trigger of the trap, was now being pulled by it at one end, and the other end was extending upwards, extending into the hollow ceiling above the corridor, and he was holding it in his hand at this moment.Originally, he could trigger the trap by pulling the steel cable and entangle the monster, but now it backfired and exposed his position.
It found him!
It found him!
Zhao Haoran gritted his teeth, gave up the idea of being lucky, held the long knife and the opened grenade in his hand, and jumped down brazenly—since the first step of the plan failed, he would go directly to the second and third steps, save people, blow up kill it!
Yet again his plan failed.
He was still in mid-air, when a strong force suddenly came from behind him.
The tentacles on that monster's body instantly opened, swept across at an extremely fast speed, and slammed Zhao Haoran on the ground, throwing him dizzy and staring at him.
The defused grenade was easily swept away, and fell not far away, bursting out a ball of sparks, which failed to hurt the monster in the slightest.
Zhao Haoran lay on the ground, struggling to get up, but finally fell down powerlessly, while he was opposite, the tentacles spread out, revealing a boy's face, looking at him expressionlessly.
And those scarlet, berserk tentacles grew from the latter's back, dancing gently on top of his head at this moment, ferocious and terrifying.
Zhao Haoran was icy all over, already desperate.
The monster boy looked at him without any emotion, as if he was looking at a corpse that should have died.
Dark, cold, brutal.
He had never seen such a look in the coldest serial murderer or the most dangerous war madman.
As if killing is something as simple as breathing for the other party, there will be no guilt or excitement from it.
That's right... Even though these mutated monsters still retain some human limbs, they have long since lost their human emotions.
Zhao Haoran smiled miserably, closed his eyes and waited for death.
Maybe he'll be hanged by those tentacles, maybe he'll be torn to shreds, maybe...
But waiting and waiting, the expected death and pain did not come.
Zhao Haoran opened his eyes again, only to find that the monster boy seemed to have lost interest in him, and was using his tentacles to sneak around Zheng Qingming, holding it in front of his eyes and shaking it.
"It's the second one." The tentacles said quietly, "Old Zheng, is backstabbing reinforcements a glorious tradition of your No. 101 headquarters? Is the upper beam straight and the lower beam crooked?"
Zheng Qingming: "...This is a misunderstanding."
Zhao Haoran: "...huh?"
"I'm very restrained now, really. In the past, if you dared to attack me like this, before I could react, you would be turned into pieces. Now when I deal with you, I have to remember to handle it lightly." Let it go, or if you don't pay attention, it will be crushed." Yan Luge sighed, "It's hard to be a good person in this world."
The "before" mentioned by Yan Lvge was in his previous life. Years of lonely fleeing and wandering made him develop an unparalleled fighting instinct. He instinctively regarded all creatures approaching without permission as enemies and mercilessly killed them. brutal blow.
Killed wrong?If you kill the wrong one, you will kill the wrong one.
There are no laws and morals in that world for a long time, and only survival is the greatest correctness.
"Wait, wait." Lying on the ground, Zhao Haoran coughed up blood while staring wide-eyed in surprise, "Are you human?"
"nonsense."
"Then why are you holding onto our Minister Zheng?"
"Your boss has old arms and legs, you let him jump off the stairs and try?" Yan Lvge rolled Zheng Qingming forward as he spoke, "Old Zheng, explain yourself .”
Zheng Qingming: "..."
Zheng Qingming, who had old arms and legs, was wrapped up by Yan Lvge's tentacles and handled gently, and suddenly felt that his heart was very tired.
I think he was also a good man back then, he was not proficient in eighteen martial arts, even if he has degraded a bit in the office these few years, but climbing a wall...
Zheng Qingming glanced out the window.
This is the first floor at the bottom of the headquarters building.
They just jumped from the 14th floor.
Well, his old arms and legs are really not good.
Zheng Qingming, who recognized himself clearly, lamented, and quickly explained Yanlvge's identity in a few words.
By the time Zhao Haoran got up from the ground, he had restrained his previous hostility.
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Zhao Haoran apologized, looking extremely embarrassed.
Yan Luge cast a sideways glance at him, and saw that although this man barely stood up, his arms still had traces of pollution from before, he was still coughing up blood, and his footsteps were flimsy, as if he was about to die suddenly in the next second. He casually threw "cure for concussion" and "cure for lung contusion" on his head, and threw a spirit power potion there.
The supernatural ability of medical treatment is very effective in treating ordinary injuries. Although it is still not up to the level of making patients recover immediately, for Zhao Haoran, a patient who needs to be treated overnight, a healing ability is at least equivalent to " After the successful rescue, he stayed in bed for half a month."
So, after receiving the treatment, Zhao Haoran immediately felt much more comfortable.
No more dizziness, chest tightness, and coughing of blood.
Moreover, he can clearly feel that there is a vibrant force in his body that is constantly moving around, repairing the damaged organs.
Maybe one more, no, half an hour, and his wound would be completely healed.
(End of this chapter)
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